“I’m just your average man in the street,” he said. “Any number of people would have stopped to help you. I just happened to get here first.”
I could tell Amy was over this. The hum from the people below, all talking at once, even if in whispers, was getting on her nerves. They’d stopped to see the show, so she would give them one. She was a bit of a showgirl at heart, and loved an audience.
“Time to say goodbye now,” Amy whispered.
She held my head up and let my body fall forwards, the young man in my grip flailing wildly and screaming. I heard more screams from the bridge and wondered exactly how many people had stopped to see if we’d really jump, and of them how many wished they hadn’t stopped.
Don’t swallow the water, whatever you do, I cautioned Amy. It’ll make you sick.
The weig
